Word count: 180
OOC: Jordon Jonathan Kent
Notes:Jordon is Lois Lane and Clark Kent's son from a alt time line that has imploded on itself.
Jordon's back hit the wall.
To be clear, Jordon went through the wall, which hurt a lot more than it looked like it did. He’d have to ask his da —Superman if there was a trick to doing it, that was if he lived that long.
The hand closed around his throat and hauled him off the ground. “Look at you. You’re not even a Superboy.”
Jordon wasn’t sure if that was a complement or an insult. Really, had this guy ever met Kon?
He wished Kon was here, what good was having something like a big brother if they didn’t save you at the last moment?
The hand tightened slightly, and Jordon really started to miss breathing. He wasn’t going to cry. He was ten, a Kent, and Kon would tease him.
He was not going to cry just because he was going to die.
“What do they call you anyways? A super oops? Not a bit of strength and no heat vision? Looks like the best part of you ran down your daddy’s leg.”
Jordon started to cry.
Cliche: The best part of you ran down your daddy's leg